A Better Tomorrow

Ning Kexin and Fang Fengyi fell in love at first sight, and upon another collision, she secretly harbored feelings for him. Beneath her fiery exterior lay a sharp and sensitive heart; she was fundamentally a kind-hearted, caring, and beautiful girl. Her aggressive demeanor was merely a facade.

In truth, she had long been deeply in love with the handsome and elegant Fang Fengyi. Fang Fengyi, in order to win her heart, went to great lengths—ambushing her, standing guard, sending flowers—he did everything a lover should do, all for the sake of making her his girlfriend. Just as their love blossomed , a storm brewed in the martial arts world, and the turmoil of the martial arts world resurfaced.

Fang Fengyi, who had no intention of venturing into the martial arts world, was forced to confront it once more. In this world of grudges and intrigue, could he once again emerge unscathed? Could he recapture his heroic spirit...? Chapter One: The rolling sea of bitterness flows eastward, its waves washing away the tears of dancing girls; the volcano remains, witnessing countless sunsets. Like many women who have fallen into prostitution, those who become dancers are mostly driven by money. The "White Cloud Grand Ballroom" is as usual, neon lights flashing, cars and people bustling in front, inside filled with the sounds of singing and laughter, a lively scene with a constant stream of patrons, including, of course, wealthy businessmen and celebrities. Fang Fengyi has shed his childishness, transforming from an idealistic young man into a mature and composed adult. After returning from three years in exile abroad, under the tutelage of Jin Aiwen, the "White Cloud Dance Hall" business flourished. His hostesses were all stunningly beautiful and alluring. Fang Fengyi greeted the guests with a smile and then called out his best hostesses to sit at the table. Just then, A-Cheng hurriedly approached him and whispered a few words in his ear. Fang Fengyi frowned slightly and turned to walk towards the booth. At the booth, it seemed an unpleasant incident had occurred between Fang Yanhong and a customer. "Chairman Lü, please show some respect." Pushing away the hand that had been wandering inappropriately between her thighs, Fang Yanhong's smile vanished, and her voice became cold and ruthless. Still no good. After all these years in the sex industry, why can't she tolerate a man's hands roaming over her body? Someone of her status should be used to it by now. "Yan Hong, don't play these tricks on me. You've already slept with other men, and you're still pretending to be a lady! Bah!" Lu Songchen was short and fat with a beer belly. He was full of disdain and spouted nonsense. His hands, which were roaming over Fang Yan Hong's legs, showed no intention of removing them. "Mr. Lu, you know the rules of the dance hall, and I've always been this way. Don't think that having money means you can get a dancer to sleep with you... I admit, I've had sex with many men, but it was all voluntary. As long as I'm willing, it doesn't matter if they're rich or poor. If I'm not willing, no one can force me." Although she was a dancer, she was also a person; she needed respect and had her own principles. Despite Lu Songchen's sarcasm, Fang Yanhong remained unyielding, her temper as strong as ever. "Rules? Which is more important, rules or this?" Lu Songchen's disdainful tone remained unchanged. He ostentatiously pulled a large wad of thousand-yuan bills from his pocket and leered as he stuffed them into Fang Yanhong's round, full breasts. "Scum!" There was no time for her to calm down. Fang Yanhong felt extremely insulted. She stood up angrily, picked up a wine glass still full of wine from the coffee table, and splashed the wine on Lu Songchen. She then disdainfully pulled out the wad of bills from her chest and threw it at his face. "You slut! How dare you throw wine at me..." Lü Songchen never expected the dancer in front of him to be so arrogant, daring to throw wine at him and act wildly. He jumped up helplessly, wiping the wine residue from his face, and angrily raised his hand to slap Fang Yanhong's face. He paid to have fun, not to be humiliated. What did she think she was? In his eyes, she was a dancer, to put it nicely, but a prostitute, to put it bluntly. How dare she make him angry? "Oh dear, Mr. Lü, what are you doing? Did our Yanhong make you angry?" Fang Fengyi appeared at the right time, blocking the two who were at each other's throats and burning with anger. He hurriedly calmed down Lü Songchen's displeasure. Fang Fengyi was a generous manager, privately treating all the girls under his wing with great care. He had his own ways of dealing with customers who tried to take advantage of the dancers just because they were rich. He was especially fond of Fang Yanhong; her beautiful face, fair skin, and captivating eyes, coupled with her graceful demeanor and her support for Fang Fengyi by switching from "Nocturne Dance Hall" to Baiyun Dance Hall, only fueled his affection. "What are you doing? Look what your girls have done to me!" Lü Songchen pointed at his Dorugaba suit, his anger rising at the sight of the wine stains on the designer garment. "Sigh, Yan Hong, how could you be so careless? Go, go, go into the lounge and reflect on your actions." Fang Fengyi scolded her, but his eyes implied that Fang Yan Hong should stop causing trouble and that he would handle things here. "Careless? Fang Daban, you're being too polite! I insist that she apologize to me in person." Lü Songchen's attitude was firm and his face full of anger, leaving Fang Yan Hong no way out. "This...this..." Fang Fengyi was caught in a dilemma and hesitated. "Daban, it's not my fault, I won't apologize." Fang Yan Hong put on a stern face, her temper still firm, and made her stance clear. "Fang Daban, it's up to you what to do; whether you want to make money or not! I believe you're a smart man." Lu Song Chen revealed a sinister smile with a sense of certainty. He absolutely believed that money was their greatest love, otherwise, what would they be doing here? "Mr. Lü, harmony brings wealth, right? If everyone compromises, wouldn't the matter be resolved amicably? Everyone knows that the ladies have box office considerations. Even when they entertain clients, you can only touch them in bed. You broke the rules first, so you can't entirely blame Yan Hong. Of course, Yan Hong was also a bit too impulsive, spilling all over you, Mr. Lü. It's alright, Mr. Lü, I will definitely take full responsibility for this, okay?" Fang Fengyi used both soft and hard tactics, appealing to his emotions, not wanting to offend this money-making god. "Well..." Lu Songchen pondered, resting his chin on his hand. His resolve began to waver, seemingly embarrassed and troubled by the dispute he had caused by breaking the rules. But wouldn't it be too undignified to agree to a settlement so readily? "Chairman Lu, you're a magnanimous person. Don't bother with such a trivial matter as Yan Hong. It will damage your reputation if word gets out," Fang Fengyi said, noticing the hesitation in Lu Songchen's eyes. "Fine, I'll let it slide today for your sake, but how's the bill? I came here and not only didn't enjoy myself, but I also got a lot of frustration. What do you suggest?" Seeing an opportunity, Lu Songchen shamelessly started calculating his own gains. "No, of course, we can't charge you for your service fee. We'll also clean your suit for free. And next time you come, I'll definitely treat you to a bottle of XO. Mr. Lu, how about that?" Fang Fengyi, always farsighted, immediately offered her generous terms as soon as the other party's attitude softened slightly. "Great, I'm happy. Boss Fang, you're so kind. I'll definitely support you next time. Ha...haha..." Lu Songchen left with a satisfied smile, having saved a considerable amount of money. The commotion subsided, and the minor disturbance subsided. The dance hall closed, and in the back lounge, Fang Fengyi said with a slightly reproachful but still concerned tone, "Yan Hong, are you getting more and more confused?" He truly didn't know how to guide this girl who worried him. "Boss, you know it wasn't my fault," Fang Yan Hong didn't explain further, but still emphasized that she was innocent. "We're not talking about who's right and who's wrong. You've been in this business for so long; can't you learn how to handle customers and soothe their hearts?"

Fang Fengyi shook his head and sighed. In this line of work, you absolutely can't afford to offend those customers. They all come here for one purpose: to have fun and have a good time. He could help once, twice, three times… but what if he wasn't in the dance hall one day, and this happened again? It was truly worrying.

"Boss, I know you care about me, but that's my limit." Fang Yanhong stared at the wall, feeling a little helpless.

"Yanhong, sometimes it's better to endure it than to be taken out of the dance hall." Fang Fengyi glanced at Fang Yanhong, whose expression was somewhat vacant, and genuinely didn't understand why Fang Yanhong would rather be taken out of the dance hall and let the customers have their fun than have them touch her even once in the dance hall.

"I'll pay more attention to these details in the future, Da Ban, don't worry!" Fang Yanhong didn't say much more, her empty eyes tinged with melancholy.

"Don't keep it to yourself, tell me, okay?" Fang Fengyi asked with concern when he saw her absent-minded expression. He had long treated her like his own younger sister.

"Da Ban, what could I possibly be hiding from you? Don't overthink it..." Fang Yanhong waved dismissively at Fang Fengyi, forcing a smile.

"It's good that you're alright. It's closing time, go home and rest early!" Seeing that she wouldn't speak, Fang Fengyi didn't press her, simply reminding her to go home.

"Da Ban, thank you." Fang Yanhong showed her heartfelt gratitude.

"Let's go home..." Fang Fengyi waved, his mind increasingly troubled. This girl's self-awareness was growing stronger and stronger; he didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

This reminded him of Fang Hanyan, another girl who caused him worry. More than three months ago, after Liao Zhuguang raped Jiang Yuhan, Fang Hanyan slapped Ding Daban in the dance hall and stormed out, that night. After a deep talk with her, she hadn't gone to work at the dance hall since.

Back then, when she came from the "Three's Company" Western restaurant to support his "Baiyun Grand Dance Hall," she was full of confidence, boldly declaring that she would dominate the dance world with him and become a renowned dance star.

But now, to avoid Liao Zhuguang, she's even skipping work. Although he agrees with her leaving Liao Zhuguang, this method of avoidance doesn't completely solve the problem.

For over three months, Liao Zhuguang has been coming to the dance hall looking for Han Yan, like a madman, grabbing him and demanding to know Han Yan's whereabouts. Fang Fengyi knows that Han Yan is actually still at the seaside villa, but Liao Zhuguang doesn't dare go there, and Wang Ma is lying with Han Yan, which is why Liao Zhuguang can't find Han Yan.

Thinking of this, Fang Fengyi sighed helplessly.

"A tragic fate—"

What a tragic fate, such a waste of talent! Such a beautiful girl, entangled with a notorious gangster. This was what Fang Fengyi felt most sorry for Fang Hanyan.

The night grew deeper, and Fang Fengyi, shrouded in darkness and weary from the day, returned home. Since returning from abroad, he had purchased this luxury apartment. The surrounding environment was excellent, as was the interior design—a streamlined style, predominantly black and white, exuding a masculine energy. Fang Fengyi

stood by the window, a gentle night breeze blowing. Holding a wine glass, he calmly gazed at the silent street scene under the dark night sky. He took a sip of wine, and memories flooded his mind. The past was only a few years ago, yet it felt like a lifetime ago.

Thinking of the past, he raised his glass to the sky in a toast, then took another sip. Tomorrow was the anniversary of his elder brother Chen You and Ji Youmei's deaths. Since returning from abroad, he had only visited his brother's grave once. Tomorrow, no matter what, he had to go to their graves to pay his respects.

Without Chen You, there would be no Fang Fengyi. When he had just graduated from university, the Train Gang underwent a major upheaval, forcing him out of Chen You's protection and into the realities of the underworld.

Those days were the hardest and most painful for him, especially abroad. He couldn't adapt to the environment and couldn't integrate into the local customs, so he returned to Taiwan, a place he hadn't seen in a long time.

"Brother, without you, there would be no Fang Fengyi. If we had noticed Ganaqing's betrayal sooner, you and Sister Youmei wouldn't have had to die..."

Every time Fang Fengyi thought of this, his heart ached. But the dead are gone, and the future can be pursued; all the past events have vanished with the wind. He raised his glass to the sky again and drank it all in one gulp.

The night grew deeper, and in the distance, two particularly bright stars seemed to be the twinkling smiling faces of Chen You and Ji Youmei. Fang Fengyi gazed at the starry sky for a long time before finally leaving the window.

The next day, Fang Fengyi stood before the graves of Chen You and Ji Youmei, his expression a mixture of emotion and reverence as he silently gazed at the two portraits on the tombstones. Years ago, he had avenged Chen

You by massacring the victims at the memorial service, shooting the traitor Ganaqing and the market gang leader, Glasses Hui. "Brother, Sister Youmei, I've come to see you. Rest in peace!" Fang Fengyi placed the flowers he held on their graves and bowed deeply.

He mourned silently for a few more minutes before turning to leave.

A man dressed in black and wearing sunglasses walked over from the other side. Looking at the incense and flowers on the graves, he removed his sunglasses.

"Are you Xiao Fang?" The man looked at the once thin and refined figure, now tall and imposing, with a mixture of surprise and delight.

Fang Fengyi suddenly turned around, and standing behind him was Ah Hou, whom he hadn't seen for several years.

"It's me, Ah Hou. Don't you recognize me?" Ah Hou eagerly stepped forward and patted Fang Fengyi's shoulder.

"Of course I recognize you, how could I not?" Fang Fengyi smiled, never expecting to meet his former brother at Chen You's grave.

"Xiao Fang, weren't you abroad? Why didn't you invite your old brothers out for a get-together after you came back?" Ah Hou grabbed Fang Fengyi's hand, his previous dissatisfaction with him completely gone.

Perhaps with Ganaqing's betrayal, Chen You's death, and the disintegration of the Train Gang, Ah Hou finally understood that Fang Fengyi wasn't as useless as he seemed. Especially after he single-handedly killed Ganaqing and Glasses Hui, offering a blood sacrifice to his elder brother Chen You, the gang members looked at Fang Fengyi with new respect.

"I haven't been back for long," Fang Fengyi smiled faintly.

"Today is the anniversary of my elder brother's death." Ah Hou sighed. He had also come to pay his respects to Chen You. He placed a bouquet of flowers in front of Chen You's grave and bowed deeply to the portrait in the tomb.

Fang Fengyi, hands in his pockets, dressed in all black, sunglasses perched on his nose, his face stern, gazed at Chen You's portrait, his thoughts drifting far away.

After paying his respects, A-Hou turned and pulled Fang Fengyi aside, saying they should have a proper get-together. Seeing his earnestness, Fang Fengyi pondered for a moment, then nodded faintly. Although they hadn't been close back in the Train Gang, A-Hou truly treated him like a brother today. The

two returned to the city center, found a hotel, and sat down. A-Hou ordered a bottle of XO, poured a glass for Fang Fengyi, and poured one for himself.

"I can't believe so many years have passed. Back when Big Brother was alive, the Train Gang was a force to be reckoned with." After a few drinks, Ah Hou reminisced about his past glories, and both of them sighed with emotion as they recalled those days.

"Yes," Fang Fengyi also took a sip of wine. Chen You was his hero back then, his idol. If it weren't for the tragedy that happened back then, he would still be by Chen You's side.

Ah Hou kept urging him to drink and kept talking about the past. When he got excited, he downed cup after cup of yellow wine.

"Back then, we didn't understand why our elder brother always treated you differently. My brothers and I were all very resentful." Ah Hou looked at Fang Fengyi with his drunken eyes, took another sip of wine, and shook his head. "Later, I finally understood."

Fang Fengyi just smiled faintly. How could he not know that back then, these brothers hated him especially because of Chen You's favoritism towards him, and were even resentful? Ganaqing's betrayal was even more deeply rooted in resentment because of Chen You's special treatment of him.

But time had passed, and Chen You, who had taken special care of him, was gone. His grudges and grievances with his gang brothers had long since faded away.

"Ah Hou, let's not dwell on the past," Fang Fengyi said magnanimously, taking a sip of his drink.

"No, no, no, I apologize for my past ignorance," Ah Hou said boldly, raising his glass to toast Fang Fengyi.

"We're brothers, why hold grudges over the past?" Fang Fengyi also raised his glass and clinked it with his.

"I respect you; you're a true hero. I admire you; you avenged the Train Gang. I, Ah Hou, know nothing, just a rough man, but what I understand most is loyalty. From now on, if you ever need my help, just ask." Ah Hou downed his drink in one gulp.

It was a rare occasion that the two had reconciled, and Fang Fengyi was overjoyed. He and Ah Hou chatted about all sorts of things. It turned out that the Train Gang had long since fallen apart after Chen You's death. Back

then, both the Train Gang and the Market Gang had lost their leaders, and the two gangs had clashed several times. But because they were leaderless, they wandered around like headless flies, causing the police a lot of headaches.

In Taichung, another gang, the Hung Hing Gang, shared the spoils with the Train Gang and the Market Gang. They absorbed some of the Train Gang's members, and their power expanded rapidly. Ah Hou also joined the Hung Hing Gang.

The two chatted and drank. Fang Fengyi, noticing it was almost time, said goodbye to Ah Hou and

returned to the dance hall. The afternoon tea dance hadn't started yet, but the ladies had already arrived and were chatting in the dressing room and lounge.

Fang Fengyi strolled back to his office, sat in his leather chair, and sipped his tea. He placed one slender hand on the table, tapping lightly to the rhythm. His gaze fell on a decorative painting on the wall: a long-haired woman holding a water jug, a white jade carving of a beautiful woman with a classical, mysterious beauty.

Suddenly, Fang Fengyi stood up, went outside, gave Ah Cheng a few instructions, and left the dance hall.

He drove up to the kindergarten where Ning Kexin worked. He glanced at his watch; it was still some time before she got off work. Sitting in the car, he couldn't even figure out why he'd come here.

Inside the kindergarten, Ning Kexin was leading her class in playing on the swings and slides. She held a small drum, directing the children who flitted about like little birds. Their clear voices and the drumbeats occasionally drifted over from the other side.

Fang Fengyi sat in the driver's seat, quietly watching the slender figure opposite him, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips. This little firecracker was just his type.

Fang Fengyi gazed intently at the graceful figure, lost in thought. Time ticked by. He held the roses placed on the hood of his car, opened the door, and leaned against it, watching Ning Kexin emerge from the kindergarten.

Ning Kexin stepped out of the kindergarten and saw Fang Fengyi leaning against the car. She rolled her eyes in annoyance, not intending to greet him.

"Hi!" Fang Fengyi approached with a beaming smile, handing her the red roses.

"What are you doing here?" Ning Kexin didn't take the roses. They had only met twice and shared a meal; why was he looking for her? Were they even

that close? "Don't be so formal. We're friends, after all." Fang Fengyi ignored Ning Kexin's expression and eagerly placed the flowers in her hand.

"Really?" Ning Kexin pursed her lips, seemingly unconvinced.

"Isn't it?" Fang Fengyi raised an eyebrow.

Ning Kexin glanced at him, but still accepted the bouquet, burying her face in the flowers and inhaling their fragrance.

"Mmm, it smells so good."

"Then let's go!" Fang Fengyi looked at her sudden smile, a tenderness he had never felt before welling up inside him. He had seen many beautiful women; his company was full of beauties. Although Ning Kexin wasn't as stunning as his women, she had her own charm.

Her skin was as white as snow, her round, dark eyes always sparkling with intelligence and confidence. Her delicate nose was slightly upturned, and her full, round lips were naturally red. She possessed a refined and intelligent air, lacking any hint of worldliness.

It was this quality that made him want to hold her tightly, not wanting her to slip away from his side.

"Where to?" Ning Kexin looked up, perhaps intoxicated by the fragrance of the flowers, but she felt that the man before her was elegant and dashing, exuding a masculine charm, and her heart fluttered.

"Wherever you want to go, we'll go." Fang Fengyi looked into her eyes, his handsome face radiating a magnanimous spirit.

Ning Kexin stared at him, her heart pounding wildly. She hadn't heard a word he said, just stood there, lost in thought.

"Kexin!" Fang Fengyi, seeing her dazed, couldn't help but reach out and take her hand, leading her to his car and shoving her inside.

"What?" The moment Ning Kexin was inside, she snapped out of her daze. Her body bristled with arrogance as she asked him fiercely, inwardly berating herself for being such a fool, like someone who'd been sold out and was still counting the money for them.

"Going to eat." Fang Fengyi glared at her, annoyed. One moment she was like an innocent little girl, the next she was covered in thorns.

Arrogance? She's a bit like Fang Anli, the famous thorny rose of his Baiyun Grand Ballroom. That thorny rose was someone he personally groomed.

"Hey, when did I agree to go out to dinner with you?" Ning Kexin yelled at him.

Fang Fengyi gripped the steering wheel, glancing at her sideways. Seeing this, Ning Kexin retorted,

"What are you looking at?"

Fang Fengyi's lips twitched at her outburst.

Ning Kexin suddenly realized she might have been too fierce. She pursed her red lips, pouting, and remained silent. She seemed too rude, looking like a shrew. He treated her as a friend, and what about her? She had treated him like a thug several times. But she couldn't be entirely blamed; they weren't even close. How could she be blamed?

"Let me make this clear first, there's no future between us, so don't waste your time." Ning Kexin tried to speak to him politely, but her words still came out sharp.

"Can't you treat me as a friend?" Fang Fengyi turned and glanced at her.

"We're not even close." Ning Kexin also glanced at him, pouting her red lips.

Fang Fengyi smiled. This girl was extremely guarded and wouldn't be swayed by a few sweet words, which was precisely why he liked her so much.

Fang Fengyi parked the car in the restaurant's parking lot, politely walked to the other side, opened the car door, and invited Ning Kexin to get out. This wasn't the first time Ning Kexin had dined at a restaurant with him. Entering the elegant, warm-toned restaurant, Ning Kexin's mood immediately lifted.

After ordering, Fang Fengyi attentively looked after her. Ning Kexin suddenly felt that the man before her was quite nice. Perhaps it was the warm lighting, but he gave her a very considerate feeling.

Maybe she should give him a chance, and herself a chance too? She often said this to Fang Anli, but why was she the same as Anli when it came to herself?

The waiter brought their food, and Fang Fengyi placed her favorite dishes in front of her.

"Eat up, we can start as friends. I guarantee you'll enjoy being friends with me." Fang Fengyi smiled confidently at Ning Kexin as he ate the food on his plate.

"Hmph, I don't know what you're up to," Ning Kexin retorted without giving him any face.

"What kind of tricks could I be up to? The last two times I almost hit you while driving, so it's only right that I treat you to a meal to express my apology," Fang Fengyi said with an air of elegance.

"Apologize? You said it was for apology last time, and you already asked me to." Ning Kexin snorted coldly. Did you think she didn't know what he was up to?

"Once isn't enough to show my sincerity. You can blackmail me as much as you want." Fang Fengyi looked at Ning Kexin half-jokingly and half-teasingly. If he wanted to use some tricks to win her over, he would.

Ha! Who is this man? Is there such a good deal? Let her blackmail him? Does he get itchy if she doesn't blackmail him?

"You have ulterior motives." Ning Kexin wasn't stupid. Who would be so generous? There's no such thing as a free lunch.

"I don't have ulterior motives, but I really do want to be your friend." Fang Fengyi laughed and raised his hands in surrender.

"There are people everywhere, why didn't you just grab anyone? Why did you have to pick me?" Ning Kexin wasn't buying his argument; his words sounded suspicious.

Fang Fengyi was amused by her remark. This little firecracker, though sharp-tongued, still retained her innocent and pure nature.

"Yeah, I don't understand why I picked you either." Fang Fengyi's words were loaded with meaning as he smiled at her, watching her delicate face react to his words.

His words were ambiguous, and Ning Kexin instantly blushed, becoming uneasy.

"What do you mean?" Ning Kexin almost overturned the table and slammed her hand on it.

"Are you full?" Fang Fengyi answered irrelevantly, seeing her wiping her mouth with a napkin, he asked considerately.

"I'm full." Ning Kexin waved, rubbing her bloated stomach and even letting out a burp.

Fang Fengyi paid the bill, drove to the parking lot, and the two of them remained silent in the car, only the gentle sound of the wind and the surrounding noise could be heard.

Ning Kexin was a little uneasy because of his words earlier; her heart had skipped a few beats when he said them, but she quickly calmed down.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Fang Fengyi also remained silent. He gripped the steering wheel, not taking her home, but driving to the top of the mountain. When he stopped the car, Ning Kexin jumped up as if waking from a dream.

"Where is this? Why are we here?" Ning Kexin looked around in a panic.

"Don't you think it's romantic to look at the stars here?" Fang Fengyi smiled and turned to look at the slightly flustered Ning Kexin. Did she see him as a pervert or a thief? Why did she always look at him with such an unapproachable expression?

"Who's being romantic with you?" Ning Kexin muttered irritably. What was he trying to do? On this mountain, he could eat her alive, and probably no one would know.

"My parents died when I was very young..." Fang Fengyi looked at the twinkling stars in the dark night sky and suddenly began to tell her about his life.

"Oh?" Ning Kexin stared at him, confused as to why he suddenly changed the subject to his parents' passing. Their deaths shouldn't have anything to do with these stars, right?

"Back then, I was completely lost, I had no idea what to do," Fang Fengyi's deep voice was filled with profound loneliness.

"Oh." Ning Kexin's emotions rose and fell with his; perhaps it was because she herself was an orphan, so she could empathize. "Were you sent to an orphanage?"

"No." Fang Fengyi shook his head.

"Oh? Then what did you do?" Ning Kexin's heart suddenly tightened at the thought of his past.

"Luckily, the older brother next door adopted me and treated me like a younger brother, which saved me from becoming a homeless person." Fang Fengyi recalled the journey from having nothing to having something again; he was incredibly fortunate amidst misfortune.

"Oh, that's good." Ning Kexin breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of shared misfortune as she realized she didn't even know who her parents were.

"Yes, it's a stroke of luck amidst misfortune, and we owe a lot to that older brother." Fang Fengyi was deeply moved; he had never opened up about his past like this before.

"Where is that older brother now?" Ning Kexin was full of curiosity about him, especially about the older brother he mentioned. Such a kind person was truly rare.

"He's no longer alive." Fang Fengyi's expression somber; he thought of Chen You, whom he hadn't had a chance to repay before he passed away.

"Oh," Ning Kexin hadn't expected this answer. She stuck out her pink tongue shyly. "I'm sorry." "

It's alright." Fang Fengyi looked at her adorable gesture, his eyes filled with tenderness, dispelling the gloom in his heart.

"The stars are so bright tonight, and the moon is so round." Ning Kexin clearly wanted to change the subject.

Hearing this, Fang Fengyi smiled genuinely from the bottom of his heart.

"And you? Tell me about yourself." Under the moonlight, Fang Fengyi's gaze was fixed intently on her eyes.

"Me? I don't have much to say, it's pretty much the same everywhere." Ning Kexin waved her hand. She was also an orphan, and she felt she had nothing to say.

Seeing that she wouldn't speak, Fang Fengyi didn't press her. Ning Kexin chuckled as she talked about the children in kindergarten, her face crinkling with displeasure as she recounted the funny parts and the mischievous ones.

"Don't you find it annoying? Dealing with those little devils all day?" Fang Fengyi asked with concern, looking at Ning Kexin's expressive face.

"Why would I be annoyed?" Ning Kexin looked at Fang Fengyi, puzzled. Wasn't she also helping the director take care of the younger children at the orphanage? She had plenty of love and patience for them, which was why she chose to become a kindergarten teacher.

"So you like this job?" Fang Fengyi asked.

"Of course," Ning Kexin nodded vigorously.

"As long as you like it," Fang Fengyi nodded.

Ning Kexin turned to look at him. She found it easy and comfortable to talk to him; his words soothed her anxious heart. Perhaps they could have a good start on this star-studded night.

Synopsis:

Ning Kexin and Fang Fengyi fell in love at first sight, and upon another encounter, she secretly harbored feelings for him. Beneath her fiery exterior lay a sharp and sensitive heart. She was fundamentally a kind-hearted, caring, and beautiful girl; her aggressive demeanor was merely a facade.

In truth, she had already fallen deeply in love with the handsome and elegant Fang Fengyi. To win her heart, Fang Fengyi went to great lengths—ambushing her, standing guard, sending flowers—he did everything a lover should do, all for the sake of making her his girlfriend.

Just as the two fell in love and were deeply in love, unexpectedly

, a storm brewed in the dance world, and the turmoil

of the martial arts world resurfaced. Fang Fengyi, who had no intention of getting involved in the martial arts world, was forced to face it once again.

In this world of grudges and entanglements, could he once again emerge unscathed?

Could he once again display his heroic nature...?

Chapter 1:

The rolling sea of bitterness flows eastward, its waves washing away the tears of the dancers. The volcano remains, witnessing countless sunsets.

Like most women who have fallen into prostitution, those who work as dancers are mostly driven by money.

The "White Cloud Grand Dance Hall" was as usual, its neon lights flashing, its entrance bustling with cars and people. Inside, the sounds of singing and laughter filled the air, creating a lively atmosphere. A constant stream of customers came to patronize the venue, including, of course, wealthy businessmen and celebrities.

Fang Fengyi shed his childishness, transforming from an idealistic young man into a mature and steady adult.

After returning from three years of exile abroad, under the tutelage of Jin Aiwen, the "Baiyun Grand Ballroom" business flourished, and the girls under his wing were all more beautiful and alluring than the last.

Fang Fengyi greeted the guests with a smile and a nod, then called out his best hostess to sit at the table. Just then, A-Cheng hurriedly approached him and whispered a few words in his ear. Fang Fengyi frowned slightly and turned to walk towards the booth at the front.

In the booth, something unpleasant seemed to have happened between Fang Yanhong and a customer.

"Chairman Lü, please show some respect." Pushing away the hand that was inappropriately roaming between her thighs, Fang Yanhong's smile vanished, and her voice became cold and ruthless.

It still didn't work. After so many years in the sex industry, why couldn't she still tolerate men's hands roaming over her body? Someone of her status should have gotten used to it long ago.

"Yan Hong, don't try to play these games with me. You've already slept with other men, and you're still pretending to be a lady! Bah!" Lu Songchen, short and stout with a beer belly, spoke with disdain and nonsense, his hand roaming over Fang Yan Hong's leg showing no intention of leaving.

"Mr. Lu, you know the rules of this dance hall, and I've always been like this. Don't think that having money means you can get a dancer to sleep with you... I admit, I've had sex with many men, but it was all willingly. As long as I'm willing, it doesn't matter if I'm rich or poor. If I'm not willing, no one can force me."

Although she was a dancer, she was also a person; she needed respect and had her own principles. Despite Lü Songchen's sarcastic remarks, Fang Yanhong remained unyielding, her temper as strong as ever.

"Rules? Which is more important, rules or this?" Lü Songchen's disdainful tone remained unchanged. He ostentatiously pulled a large wad of thousand-yuan bills from his pocket and lecherously stuffed them into Fang Yanhong's round, full breasts.

"Scum!" There was no time for her to calm down. Fang Yanhong felt utterly insulted. She stood up angrily, grabbed a wine glass still filled with wine from the coffee table, and splashed the wine on Lü Songchen. Then, disdainfully, she pulled out the wad of bills from her chest and threw it at his face.

"You slut! How dare you throw wine at me..." Lü Songchen never expected the dancer in front of him to be so arrogant, daring to throw wine at him and act wildly. He jumped up helplessly, wiping the wine residue from his face, and angrily raised his hand to slap Fang Yanhong's face.

He paid to have fun, not to be humiliated. What did she think she was? In his eyes, she was a dancer, to put it nicely, but a prostitute, to put it bluntly. How dare she make him angry?

"Oh dear, Mr. Lü, what are you doing? Did our Yanhong make you angry?" Fang Fengyi appeared at the right time, blocking the two who were at each other's throats and burning with anger. He hurriedly calmed down Lü Songchen's displeasure.

Fang Fengyi was a generous manager, privately treating all the girls under his wing with great care. He had his own ways of dealing with customers who tried to take advantage of the dancers just because they were rich.

He was especially fond of Fang Yanhong; her beautiful face, fair skin, and captivating eyes, coupled with her graceful demeanor and her support for Fang Fengyi by switching from "Nocturne Dance Hall" to Baiyun Dance Hall, only fueled his affection.

"What are you doing? Look what your girls have done to me!" Lü Songchen pointed at his Dorugaba suit, his anger rising at the sight of the wine stains on the designer garment.

"Sigh, Yan Hong, how could you be so careless? Go, go, go into the lounge and reflect on your actions." Fang Fengyi scolded her, but his eyes implied that Fang Yan Hong should stop causing trouble and that he would handle things here.

"Careless? Fang Daban, you're being too polite! I insist that she apologize to me in person." Lü Songchen's attitude was firm and his face full of anger, leaving Fang Yan Hong no way out.

"This...this..." Fang Fengyi was caught in a dilemma and hesitated.

"Daban, it's not my fault, I won't apologize." Fang Yan Hong put on a stern face, her temper still firm, and made her stance clear.

"Fang Daban, it's up to you what to do; whether you want to make money or not! I believe you're a smart man." Lu Song Chen revealed a sinister smile with a sense of certainty. He absolutely believed that money was their greatest love, otherwise, what would they be doing here?

"Mr. Lü, harmony brings wealth, right? If everyone compromises, wouldn't the matter be resolved amicably? Everyone knows that the ladies have box office considerations. Even when they entertain clients, you can only touch them in bed. You broke the rules first, so you can't entirely blame Yan Hong. Of course, Yan Hong was also a bit too impulsive, spilling all over you, Mr. Lü. It's alright, Mr. Lü, I will definitely take full responsibility for this, okay?" Fang Fengyi used both soft and hard tactics, appealing to his emotions, not wanting to offend this money-making god.

"Well..." Lu Songchen pondered, resting his chin on his hand. His resolve began to waver, seemingly embarrassed and troubled by the dispute he had caused by breaking the rules. But wouldn't it be too undignified to agree to a settlement so readily?

"Chairman Lu, you're a magnanimous person. Don't bother with such a trivial matter as Yan Hong. It will damage your reputation if word gets out," Fang Fengyi said, noticing the hesitation in Lu Songchen's eyes.

"Fine, I'll let it slide today for your sake, but how's the bill? I came here and not only didn't enjoy myself, but I also got a lot of frustration. What do you suggest?" Seeing an opportunity, Lu Songchen shamelessly started calculating his own gains.

"No, of course, we can't charge you for your service fee. We'll also clean your suit for free. And next time you come, I'll definitely treat you to a bottle of XO. Mr. Lu, how about that?" Fang Fengyi, always farsighted, immediately offered her generous terms as soon as the other party's attitude softened slightly.

"Great, I'm happy. Boss Fang, you're so kind. I'll definitely support you next time. Ha...haha..." Lu Songchen left with a satisfied smile, having saved a considerable amount of money.

The commotion subsided, and the minor disturbance subsided.

The dance hall closed, and in the back lounge,

Fang Fengyi said with a slightly reproachful tone, but still concerned. He truly didn't know how to guide this girl who worried him. "Boss

, you know it wasn't my fault," Fang Yanhong didn't explain further, but still emphasized that she was innocent.

"We're not talking about who's right or wrong. You've been in this business for so long; can't you learn how to handle customers and soothe their hearts?"

Fang Fengyi shook his head and sighed. In this line of work, you absolutely can't offend the customers; they all come here with only one purpose. " It's just about having fun and having a good time. He can help once, twice, three times... but what if he's not at the dance hall one day? What if this happens again? It's really worrying.

" Fang Yanhong stared at the wall, feeling a little helpless. "Boss, I know you care about me, but that's my limit

." Fang Fengyi glanced at Fang Yanhong, whose expression was somewhat blank, and didn't understand why Fang Yanhong would rather be taken out of the dance hall by customers than have them touch her even once in the dance hall.

"I'll pay more attention to these details in the future, Boss, don't worry!" Fang Yanhong didn't say much, her empty eyes mixed with a bit of depression.

"Don't keep it to yourself, tell me, okay?" Fang Fengyi asked with concern, noticing her absent-minded expression. He had long treated her like a younger sister.

"Big Boss, what could I possibly be hiding from you? Don't overthink it..." Fang Yanhong waved dismissively at Fang Fengyi, forcing a smile.

"It's alright, we're closing up shop, go home and rest!" Seeing her silence, Fang Fengyi didn't press her, simply reminding her to go home.

"Big Boss, thank you." Fang Yanhong showed genuine gratitude.

"Go home..." Fang Fengyi waved, his mind increasingly troubled. This girl's self-awareness was growing stronger; was that a good thing or a bad thing?

This reminded him of Fang Hanyan, another girl who caused him worry. More than three months ago, after Liao Zhuguang raped Jiang Yuhan, Fang Hanyan slapped Ding Daban at the dance hall and stormed out. That night, after a deep talk with her, she hadn't gone to work at the dance hall. Back

when she came from the "Three's Company" Western restaurant to support his "Baiyun Grand Dance Hall," she was full of confidence, boldly declaring that she and he would dominate the dance world and become renowned dancers.

But now, she was avoiding Liao Zhuguang, even skipping work. Although he agreed with her leaving Liao Zhuguang, this method of avoidance didn't completely solve the problem.

For over three months, Liao Zhuguang had been frantically searching for Han Yan at the dance hall, relentlessly demanding to know her whereabouts. Fang Fengyi knew that Han Yan was actually still at the seaside villa, but Liao Zhuguang dared not go there, and Wang Ma was lying along with Han Yan, which was why Liao Zhuguang couldn't find her.

Thinking of this, Fang Fengyi sighed helplessly.

"A tragic fate—"

What a tragic fate, such a waste of talent! Such a beautiful girl, entangled with a notorious gangster. This was what Fang Fengyi felt so sorry for Fang Han Yan.

The night grew deeper, and Fang Fengyi, shrouded in darkness and weary from the day, returned home. Returning from abroad, he purchased this upscale apartment. The surrounding environment was excellent, as was the interior design—a streamlined aesthetic with a black and white color scheme, exuding a masculine energy.

Fang Fengyi stood by the window, a gentle night breeze blowing. Holding a wine glass, he calmly gazed at the silent street scene under the dark night sky. He took a sip of his wine, memories flooding back. Though only a few years had passed, the past felt like a distant memory.

Recalling the past, he raised his glass to the sky in a toast, then took another sip. Tomorrow was the anniversary of his elder brother Chen You and Ji Youmei's deaths. Since returning from abroad, he had only visited his brother's grave once. Tomorrow, no matter what, he would go to their graves to pay his respects.

Without Chen You, there would be no Fang Fengyi. When he first graduated from university, the Train Gang underwent a major upheaval, forcing him out of Chen You's protection and into the realities of the underworld.

Those were the most difficult and painful days of his life, especially abroad. He couldn't adapt to the environment and integrate into the local customs, so he returned to Taiwan, a place he hadn't seen in a long time.

"Brother, without you, there would be no Fang Fengyi. If we had noticed Ganaqing's betrayal sooner, you and Sister Youmei wouldn't have died..."

Every time Fang Fengyi thought of this, his heart ached. But the dead are gone, the living can come; all the past has vanished with the wind. He raised his glass again to the air and drank it all in one gulp.

The night grew deeper, and two exceptionally bright stars shone in the distance, vaguely resembling the twinkling smiles of Chen You and Ji Youmei. Fang Fengyi gazed at the starry sky for a long while before finally leaving the window.

The next day, Fang Fengyi stood before Chen You and Ji Youmei's graves, his expression a mixture of excitement and reverence as he silently stared at the two portraits on the tombstones. Years ago, he had bloodily cleansed the memorial service, shooting the traitor Ganaqing and the market gang leader, Glasses Hui, avenging Chen You's death.

"Brother, Sister Youmei, I've come to see you. Rest in peace!" Fang Fengyi placed the flowers he held on their graves and bowed deeply.

Fang Fengyi mourned silently for a few more minutes before turning to leave.

A man dressed in black and wearing sunglasses walked over from the other side. Looking at the incense, candles, and flowers on the grave, he took off his sunglasses.

"Are you Xiao Fang?" The man looked at the once thin and refined figure, now tall and imposing, with a mixture of surprise and delight.

Fang Fengyi suddenly turned around. Standing behind him was Ah Hou, whom he hadn't seen for several years.

"I'm Ah Hou, don't you recognize me?" Ah Hou eagerly stepped forward and patted Fang Fengyi's shoulder.

"Of course I recognize you, how could I not?" Fang Fengyi smiled, never expecting to meet his former brother at Chen You's grave.

"Xiao Fang, weren't you abroad? Why didn't you meet up with your old brothers when you came back?" Ah Hou, holding Fang Fengyi's hand, had completely changed his previous dissatisfaction with him.

Perhaps with Ganaqing's betrayal, Chen You's death, and the disintegration of the Train Gang, Ah Hou finally understood that Fang Fengyi wasn't such a useless person, especially after he single-handedly killed Ganaqing and Glasses Hui, offering a blood sacrifice to his elder brother Chen You, which made the brothers in the gang look at Fang Fengyi with new respect.

"I haven't been back for very long." Fang Fengyi smiled faintly.

"Today is the anniversary of our elder brother's death." Ah Hou sighed. He had also come to pay his respects to Chen You. He placed a bouquet of flowers in front of Chen You's grave and bowed deeply to the portrait in the tomb.

Fang Fengyi, hands in his pockets, dressed in all black, sunglasses perched on his nose, his face stern, gazed at Chen You's portrait, his thoughts drifting far away.

After paying his respects, A-Hou turned and pulled Fang Fengyi aside, saying they should have a proper get-together. Seeing his earnestness, Fang Fengyi pondered for a moment, then nodded faintly. Although they hadn't been close back in the Train Gang, A-Hou truly treated him like a brother today. The

two returned to the city center, found a hotel, and sat down. A-Hou ordered a bottle of XO, poured a glass for Fang Fengyi, and poured one for himself.

"I can't believe so many years have passed. Back when Big Brother was alive, the Train Gang was a force to be reckoned with." After a few drinks, Ah Hou reminisced about his past glories, and both of them sighed with emotion as they recalled those days.

"Yes," Fang Fengyi also took a sip of wine. Chen You was his hero back then, his idol. If it weren't for the tragedy that happened back then, he would still be by Chen You's side.

Ah Hou kept urging him to drink and kept talking about the past. When he got excited, he downed cup after cup of yellow wine.

"Back then, we didn't understand why our leader always treated you differently. My brothers and I were all resentful." Ah Hou glanced at Fang Fengyi with his drunken eyes, took another sip of wine, and shook his head. "Later, I finally understood."

Fang Fengyi only smiled faintly. How could he not know that back then, these brothers hated him especially because of Chen You's favoritism, and even resented him? Ganaqing's betrayal was even more deeply rooted in resentment because of Chen You's special treatment of him.

But after all, time had passed, and Chen You, who had taken special care of him, was gone. The grudges between him and his brothers had long since vanished like the wind.

"Ah Hou, let's not talk about the past." Fang Fengyi raised his glass and took a sip with great composure.

"No, no, no, I apologize for my past ignorance." Ah Hou raised his wine glass with a hearty gesture, toasting Fang Fengyi.

"We're brothers, why hold grudges over the past?" Fang Fengyi also raised his glass and clinked it with his.

"I toast you, you're a true hero; I admire you, you avenged the Train Gang. I, Ah Hou, don't know much, I'm just a rough man, but what I understand most is loyalty. From now on, if you ever need Ah Hou's help, just ask." Ah Hou downed his drink in one gulp.

It was rare for the two to reconcile their past grievances today, and Fang Fengyi was also very happy. He and Ah Hou chatted about all sorts of things. It turned out that the Train Gang had long since fallen apart after Chen You's death.

Back then, both the Train Gang and the Market Gang lost their leaders, and the two gangs clashed several times. However, without their leaders, they wandered aimlessly like headless flies, causing headaches for the police.

In Taichung, another gang, the Hung Hing Gang, which shared profits with the Train Gang and the Market Gang, absorbed some of the Train Gang's members, and its power expanded rapidly. Ah Hou also joined the Hung Hing Gang.

The two chatted and drank. Fang Fengyi checked the time and said goodbye to Ah Hou. Fang

Fengyi returned to the dance hall. The afternoon tea dance hadn't started yet, but the ladies had already arrived one after another, chatting in the dressing room and lounge.

Fang Fengyi strolled back to his office, sat in his leather chair, and sipped his tea. He placed one long, slender hand on the table, tapping it lightly to the rhythm. His gaze fell on a decorative painting on the wall: a long-haired woman holding a water jug, the jade carving exuding a classical, mysterious beauty.

Suddenly, Fang Fengyi rose from his seat, went outside, gave A-Cheng a few instructions, and left the dance hall.

He drove to the kindergarten where Ning Kexin worked. He checked his watch; there was still some time before she finished work. Sitting in the car, he couldn't even understand why he had ended up there.

Inside the kindergarten, Ning Kexin led her class in playing on the swings and slides. She held a small drum, directing the children who flitted about like little birds. Their clear voices and the drumbeats occasionally drifted from the opposite side.

Fang Fengyi sat in the driver's seat, quietly watching the slender figure opposite him, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips. This little firecracker was just his type. Fang

Fengyi gazed at that graceful figure, lost in thought. Time passed slowly. He took the roses from the hood of the car, opened the door, and leaned against the car, watching Ning Kexin emerge from the kindergarten.

Ning Kexin stepped out of the childish building and saw Fang Fengyi leaning against his car. She rolled her eyes, annoyed, and didn't bother to greet him.

"Hi!" Fang Fengyi approached with a beaming smile, handing her a red rose.

"What are you doing here?" Ning Kexin didn't take the rose. They'd only met twice and had one meal together; why was he looking for her? Were they even

that close? "Don't be so formal. We're friends, after all." Fang Fengyi ignored Ning Kexin's expression and eagerly stuffed the flowers into her hand.

"Really?" Ning Kexin pouted, unconvinced.

"Isn't it?" Fang Fengyi raised an eyebrow.

Ning Kexin glanced at him, but still accepted the bouquet, burying her face in the flowers and inhaling their fragrance.

"Mmm, smells so good."

"Let's go!" Fang Fengyi looked at her sudden smile, a tenderness he had never felt before welling up inside him. He had seen many beautiful women; the girls under his management were all stunning. While Ning Kexin might not be as glamorous as those girls, she possessed her own unique charm.

Her skin was as white as snow, her round, dark eyes always sparkling with intelligence and confidence. Her delicate nose was slightly upturned, and her full, round lips were naturally red. She lacked the air of worldliness, possessing instead a refined and intelligent air.

It was this air that made him want to hold her tightly, not wanting her to slip away from him.

"Where to?" Ning Kexin looked up, perhaps intoxicated by the fragrance of the flowers, but she felt that the man before her was elegant and dashing, exuding a masculine charm, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Wherever you want to go, we'll go." Fang Fengyi looked into her eyes, his handsome face radiating a magnanimous spirit.

Ning Kexin looked at him, her heart pounding wildly. She didn't hear what he was saying at all, just staring blankly into space.

"Kexin!" Seeing her lost in thought, Fang Fengyi couldn't help but reach out and take her hand, leading her to his car and putting her inside.

"What?" Ning Kexin snapped out of her daze the moment she was shoved into the car. Her body bristled with thorns as she fiercely questioned him, inwardly berating herself for being such a fool, likely being sold out and still counting the money for the seller.

"Going to eat," Fang Fengyi glared at her irritably. One moment she was like an innocent little girl, the next she was covered in thorns.

Thorns? A bit like Fang Anli, the famous thorny rose of his Baiyun Grand Ballroom, a rose he had personally trained.

"Hey, when did I agree to go to eat with you?" Ning Kexin yelled at him.

Fang Fengyi gripped the steering wheel, glancing at her sideways. Seeing this, Ning Kexin shouted indignantly,

"What are you looking at?"

Fang Fengyi's lips curled up at her outburst.

Ning Kexin suddenly realized that she seemed to have been too fierce. She pursed her red lips, pouted, and remained silent. She seemed too impolite, looking like a shrew. He treated her as a friend, but what about her? She had treated him like a hooligan time and time again. But she couldn't be entirely blamed; they weren't even close. How could she be blamed?

"Let me make this clear first, there will be no further development between us, so don't waste your time." Ning Kexin wanted to speak to him politely, but her words still came out harshly.

"Can't you treat me as a friend?" Fang Fengyi turned and glanced at her.

"We're not even close." Ning Kexin also glanced at him, pouting her red lips.

Fang Fengyi smiled. This girl was extremely guarded and wouldn't be swayed by sweet words; that was precisely why he liked her so much.

Fang Fengyi parked the car in the restaurant's parking lot, politely walked to the other side, opened the car door, and invited Ning Kexin out. This wasn't the first time Ning Kexin had dined at a restaurant with him. Stepping into the elegant, warm atmosphere of the restaurant, Ning Kexin's mood immediately lifted.

After ordering, Fang Fengyi attentively looked after her. Ning Kexin suddenly felt that the man before her was quite nice. Perhaps it was the warm lighting, but he gave her a very considerate feeling.

Maybe she should give him a chance, and herself a chance too? She often said that about Fang Anli, but why did she become the same way when it came to herself?

The waiter brought their food, and Fang Fengyi placed her favorite dishes in front of her.

"Eat up, we can start as friends. I guarantee you'll enjoy being friends with me." Fang Fengyi ate the food on his plate, smiling confidently at Ning Kexin.

"Hmph, I don't know what you're up to." Ning Kexin retorted without giving him any face.

"What kind of tricks could I be up to? The two times I almost hit you while driving, it's only right that I treat you to a meal to express my apology." Fang Fengyi was very charming.

"Apologize? You already said it was to apologize last time, and you already treated me." Ning Kexin snorted coldly. Did she think she didn't know what he was up to?

"Once isn't enough to show my sincerity. You can blackmail me as much as you want." Fang Fengyi looked at Ning Kexin half-jokingly and half-teasingly. He was willing to use any means necessary to win her over.

Ha! Who was this man? What kind of good deal was this? Letting her blackmail him? Would he get itchy if she didn't blackmail him?

"You have ulterior motives." Ning Kexin wasn't stupid. Who would be so generous? There's no such thing as a free lunch.

"I don't have ulterior motives, but I really do want to be your friend." Fang Fengyi laughed, raising his hands in surrender.

"There are people all over the street. Why don't you just grab anyone? Why did you have to pick me?" Ning Kexin wasn't buying it. What he said sounded very suspicious.

Fang Fengyi chuckled at her words. This little firecracker, though sharp-tongued, still retained her innocent and pure nature.

"Yeah, I don't understand why I chose you either," Fang Fengyi said, his words carrying a hidden meaning, smiling at her, watching her delicate face react to his words.

His words were ambiguous, and Ning Kexin instantly blushed, becoming uneasy.

"What do you mean?" Ning Kexin almost overturned the table and slammed her hand on it.

"Are you full?" Fang Fengyi asked considerately, seeing her wipe her mouth with a napkin.

"Full," Ning Kexin waved her hand, rubbing her bloated stomach, even letting out a satisfied burp.

Fang Fengyi paid the bill, drove to the parking lot, and the two of them remained silent in the car, only the gentle sound of the wind and the surrounding noise could be heard.

Ning Kexin was still a little uneasy because of his earlier words; her heart had skipped a few beats when he said them, but she quickly calmed down.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Fang Fengyi also remained silent. He gripped the steering wheel and, instead of taking her home, drove to the top of the mountain. When he stopped the car, Ning Kexin jumped up as if waking from a dream.

"Where is this? Why are we here?" Ning Kexin looked around in a panic.

"Don't you think stargazing here is romantic?" Fang Fengyi smiled and turned to look at Ning Kexin, who was slightly flustered. Did she see him as a pervert or a thief? Why did she always look at him with such a distant expression?

"Who's being romantic with you?" Ning Kexin muttered irritably. What was he trying to do? On this mountaintop, he could devour her whole, skin and bones, and probably no one would know.

"My parents passed away when I was very young..." Fang Fengyi looked at the twinkling stars in the dark night sky and suddenly began to tell her about his life.

"Oh?" Ning Kexin stared at him, not understanding why he suddenly changed the subject to his parents' death. His parents' death shouldn't have anything to do with these stars, right?

"I was so helpless back then, I had no idea what to do," Fang Fengyi's deep voice was filled with a profound sense of loneliness.

"Oh." Ning Kexin's emotions rose and fell with his, perhaps because she herself was an orphan, so she could empathize. "Were you sent to an orphanage?"

"No." Fang Fengyi shook his head.

"Oh? What did you do then?" Ning Kexin was suddenly gripped by his background.

"Fortunately, the older brother next door adopted me and treated me like a younger brother, which prevented me from ending up on the streets." Fang Fengyi recalled that period of going from having nothing to having something again, and then from having nothing to having something again; he was incredibly lucky amidst misfortune.

"Oh, that's alright." Ning Kexin breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of shared misfortune at not even knowing who her parents were.

"Yes, it's a stroke of luck amidst misfortune, and we owe it all to that older brother." Fang Fengyi was deeply moved; he had never been so open about his past as he was tonight.

"Where is that older brother now?" Ning Kexin was filled with curiosity about him, especially about the older brother he mentioned. Such a good person was truly rare.

"He's no longer alive." Fang Fengyi's expression sombered as he thought of Chen You, whom he hadn't had a chance to repay before he passed away.

"Oh," Ning Kexin hadn't expected this answer. She stuck out her pink tongue shyly. "I'm sorry." "

It's alright." Fang Fengyi looked at her adorable gesture, his eyes filled with tenderness, dispelling the gloom in his heart.

"The stars are so bright tonight, and the moon is so round." Ning Kexin clearly wanted to change the subject.

Hearing this, Fang Fengyi smiled genuinely from the bottom of his heart.

"And you? Tell me about yourself." Under the moonlight, Fang Fengyi's gaze was fixed intently on her eyes.

"Me? I don't have much to say, it's pretty much the same everywhere." Ning Kexin waved her hand. She was also an orphan, and she felt she had nothing to say.

Seeing that she wouldn't speak, Fang Fengyi didn't press her. Ning Kexin chuckled as she talked about the children in kindergarten, her face crinkling with displeasure as she recounted the funny parts and the mischievous ones.

"Don't you find it annoying? Dealing with those little devils all day?" Fang Fengyi asked with concern, looking at Ning Kexin's expressive face.

"Why would I be annoyed?" Ning Kexin looked at Fang Fengyi, puzzled. Wasn't she also helping the director take care of the younger children at the orphanage? She had plenty of love and patience for them, which was why she chose to become a kindergarten teacher.

"So you like this job?" Fang Fengyi asked.

"Of course," Ning Kexin nodded vigorously.

"As long as you like it," Fang Fengyi nodded.

Ning Kexin turned to look at him. She found it easy and comfortable to talk to him. His words were very soothing to her anxious heart. Perhaps she and he would have a good start on this starry night.

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